3.. NOTHING GETS THROWN AWAY…NOTHING!
Being poor comes with alot of disadvantages, but one of the few advantages lies there-in the fact that it awakens that creativity buried deep within. Such creativity where, a sachet of used tomato paste could get incorporated into the interior decor of the living room so brilliantly that even an x-ray scan cannot reveal which half of the red curtain is patched with strictly Gino.
Every single item had an alternate use, one of the reasons why I personally made sure no shoe of mine or mother’s got thrown away. The old shoes were used as spare parts by yours faithfully, to rejuvenate current dying shoes. I had this black shoe, whose nose, I patched with a red leather from one of my mum’s dead high heel, while the back, had a touch of yellow-blue i cut out from an old easy wear of, you gussed right–mother’s. Afterall, even Joseph had a coat of many colours and everyone was ok with it… Seventy percent of my jean trousers back then, transformed into rugged jeans as a sign of protest when i didn’t want to let go, so you could say even my fashion sense back then, was ahead of its time. And somebody should tell Kanye west to stop making noise about his Yezus cloth line because no be today boys begin wear rag….it haff teyed.
Enough about my creativity, mother was creative too. She made sure all used yellow custard containers were littered everywhere, serving different purposes like… what we used to pour water on the body, keep toothbrush, keep sponge, keep soap,drink water, drink akamu, store maggi, salt, pepper, crayfish. .. and in no time, our house began looking like a chemistry lab.
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